From mountain to chasm
The Sun touches all
It reaches its hand
Out towards the ball
That it threw far away
When its flame came to be
A minute or eight
And soon we will see
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
From mountain to chasm
The Sun touches all
It reaches its hand
Out towards the ball
That it threw far away
When its flame came to be
A minute or eight
And soon we will see